Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... Hilary laughed. That edge in his voice was back. She loved his ability to turn his asshole attitude on and off. He seemed to know just when to do it. She shifted slightly, straightening her back, and looking straight across her pillow at him. “I’ll suck it if you want.” She offered. She’d do whatever he wanted, she just loved telling him she would blow him. “I think you need to get up. You have meetings with people apparently.” “How the hell do you know that?” Mackenzie pointed over his shoulder. “Your agent called. Little bastard was trying to work all kinds of angles. I finally had to hang up on him, or you’d probably need a new agent.” “He likes to play my dad sometimes. It’s fucking weird. But he’s a good agent.” “He’s an ass hole.” Hilary laughed. That she couldn’t argue. She sat up very disappointed, and slowly climbed out of bed, crawling her luscious form over her handsome boyfriend, and stepping onto the floor. She started unbuttoning her red silky top, turning to Mackenzie. “Want to come fuck me in the shower?” Conrad hesitated for a moment, and Hilary thought he hadn’t heard her. She was about to repeat what she had said when he jumped out of bed, and chased her across the room to her on suite. Hilary seldom ever ran out of hot water on her showers, but she couldn’t f***e herself out of the shower. Conrad didn’t fuck the gorgeous woman with his hard cock, which managed to rage the entire shower, but he delicately worked her body and her pussy with his hands, ...

... kissing her passionately, and touching her all over as they showered. When she did come, his fingers were deep inside her, and she was pressing her back to him, his arm around her holding her up as she felt her legs quiver as she climaxed. She thanked him when they got out of the shower by kneeling on the towel in front of him, and quietly sucking his cock swallowing every ounce of his eager load. They got dressed, and after a long bout of pleading, and promising he finally agreed to drive her to her agent’s office. On the ride there, Hilary reached across, and grabbed his gloved hand which sat idle on the console in between the seats. Mackenzie looked over at her in surprise as if she was a stranger, and she almost pulled hand away until she felt him squeeze hers, and he slowly turned his focus back on the road. Hilary loved watching him sit confidently in the driver’s seat, weaving calmly in and out of traffic at hardly a few miles above the speed limit. As they made their way into the down town core she noticed from time to time, he’d suddenly slow down, and drive at a more relaxed pace, only to speed up and be bobbing around vehicles. “Why do you do that?” SHe asked finally. “If you watch the traffic ahead, you can tell where the cops are. It’s not easy to do in most places, but when you’re coming down a hill it’s pretty easy. Plus you just look out for tag team locations. Cops aren’t creative so they’re fairly easy to spot.” He explained. Hilary was absolutely awe-struck at ...